I will be sharing this story in two parts.Without wasting any time, I will quickly get started with my story. The heroine in this episode is my M.Sc b...atch senior. Her name is Prajakta. We used to call her ‘Raj’ affectionately. She had a good figure. She was curvy and had the curves in the right places. She had great big, juicy boobs and I loved her boobs more than any other attraction on her body.Raj was one year senior to me. But since I was very active in all extracurricular activities, I was. I know exactly what you are thinking." Oh really? And what do I get if you are wrong?"Another chuckle. "If you are wrong, I will go and bring you another drink. And if I win, you have to go get me a drink. Deal?" You're on." I said. I figured that if nothing else, I could use another drink."Well, I bet that you are wondering how old I really am. Right?"All I could do is shake my head. "Yep, you got me there. I have to admit, I find it hard to believe that you are over 21. Tell ya what, how. ”Gwen lay on the mat and I gave her a foot massage during which she fell asleep.”Louise remarked, “Masha, could you check my back?”I checked Louise’s back and remarked, “Louise, your back is worse than Gwen’s. Why is that so?”Louise confessed, “I had a hell of a time when I delivered Linda and my back has given me trouble ever since then.”I noted, “I bet it hurts here and here.” I touched the locations and Louise jumped, “Yes Masha those are the exact spots.”I ordered, “Louise, on the weight. I would much rather work through lunch and come home early to jog with my wife. It's some good networking to run with the guys at noon, but if I'm with my wife there's a significantly better chance of sneaking off the jogging path to score a quicky with a horny lady, who is already a little hot and sweaty. But, I digress. I want to be squeaky clean and smelling good when I hit home. I've got the gym bag packed with extra loose clothes: sweatpants, oversize sweatshirt, tennis shoes that don't.